I found an old post I had written about making God laugh (by making plans, as the quote tell us.) When I wrote that, we had just decided to move to Seattle. I remember the feeling of the time so well. Wee One was probably a month old and I was so very shaky, both physically and metaphorically.
Written with The Cure “Pictures of You” playing in my head
Do you ever, while in the middle of something, picture what it would look like form the outside? Like in a photo spread? You know, imagine the way the sunlight hits your arms or shines through your hair?